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Post by Abigail Winter on Jan 27, 2008 19:52:53 GMT -5
Christ it was cold. Who would have thought it, cold in January. What had possessed Abbey to come here was beyond her understanding. Boredom was the most likely suspect. She'd been trailing around the grounds off Waverly all day and in the end had just got fed up with the boredom that was slowly driving her mad. Having hoped in her car, she had sped off looking for somewhere more entertaining. Why the bloody hell had she come to the park then?! What the fuck was the difference between it and the school grounds? And it wasn't as if it was any bloody warmer.
Literally she was wearing whatever little scrap of clothing she could find lying about her care, which consisted off two hoodies and a scarf and she was still freezing. God damn her inability to retain body heat. She had walked through the park in hope of finding a miracle or something which unfortunately she had yet to discover.
Having grown bored off walking as well, she had headed over to one of the benches and propped herself on the back off it, pulling out a box of fags and lighting one up, basically do anything to try and warm herself up a bit. Her next idea was to go and set a bin on fire and huddle around it. Screw the fact that it might be considered as vandalism, she was more important!
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Post by William Sayer on Jan 27, 2008 21:28:21 GMT -5
William threw his wheel round to the left and fought against his body's urge to be thrown against the door by the g-force. His beautiful, red mustang shredded through the apex of the corner, the back side sliding out, with expert precision and skill he countered steered. The muscle car straightened out as he hit the accelerater through the follow through. The stallion galloped away and towards the park.
As he reached the park's gates he gently pushed on the brake and shifted down the gears, gradually slowed till he stopped dead outside the gates. Will slipped it into neutral, stepped out of the car and locked the door behind him. He straightened his crisp black suit, it was the first time he'd worn a shirt, tie, blazer or slacks since leaving Henley High and even then he'd made himself look as scruffy as possible. Now, his hair was ungelled, combed neat down, the fringe just above his eye, the top button was done up, the shirt was tucked in and his tie was tight. The buttons on the black cuffs of the blazer, along with those on the abdomen, were gold with a wolf's head engraved on them.
His smart black shoes, polished to a fine shine clicked against the concrete as he entered the splended surroundings of the park. Soon he spotted who he'd been searching for, Abi, perched upon a bench, a smoke between her delicate fingers. "Got a spare Smoke?" his low voice asked, a slight rough edge on it from the smoking he'd already got done. William lowered himself onto the wooden bench beside his best friend and awaited to be handed a smoke.
Everything, despite being dead, still had an odd air of beauty and mystery.
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Post by Abigail Winter on Jan 28, 2008 14:56:57 GMT -5
Kicking the heels of her converse absent mindedly together, Abi took a long drag of the smoke in her hand, breathing out slowly as she gazed around her. Due to the cold weather, most people seemed to be put off the park, though the odd person filtered past her, but no one that she could say she knew or had any wish to talk with. The cold red head just sat perched on the bench, contently puffing on the cigarette. She'd just wanted to get out of Waverly for a bit, even if the park wasn't the most heavenly locations, she was just sick of the school and needed to get her head showered for an hour or two at least before she returned.
As William approached her, she smiled softly before breaking into a smirk as she admired his attire. It wasn't like him to be so neat. Not that she was complaining about his current get-up, not at all. Nodding as he asked for a smoke, she pulled the packet out of her pocket again and handed him one before turning back to take a drag of her own. Well at least she had the company of her best friend now, which promised to make things just that bit more interesting because she didn't have to sit alone like a complete loser now.
"Your looking a lot less ruffled than usual." Abi comment, smirking again, as she shoved her free hand in the pocket of her hoody. "I'm really liking the suit." Brushing her hair from her face, she grinned, throwing whatever remainder there was left, on the ground and stubbing it out with her foot, as she reached for her packet to grab another. "Fucking freezing." She swore under her breath as she attempt to light the smoke with her numb hands.
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Post by William Sayer on Feb 3, 2008 10:39:23 GMT -5
Will took the smoke from the pale fingers that held it out to him...well, the usually pale fingers that were now a blotchy reddy pink from the cold. He blew out a stream of air that clouded before him then disappeared into the air around them. It was still rather early in the morning and the usually lush green grass wash pale and almost white due to it's frosty covering. The spindly branches of the stark trees stood out harshly against the pale faded sky and also were covered in a fine morning frost.
William took the cigarette then placed it between his lips and pulled a platinum flip lighter from his pocket, a wolf's head engraved on one side. He flicked the lid up and rolled his thumb over the metal circle sending a thin orangey red flame out of the hole. Will lifted it to the tip of the white stick and inhaled till the tip glowed a bright orange with light Grey smoke coiling from it's tip. Taking the smoke between his thumb and forefinger he took it away and breathed out a mess of Grey. He held the smoke by the butt with the hidden behind his hand to anyone passing in front of them. This wasn't because he hid the fact he smoked, it was more a force of habit from hiding it from teachers and his parents before he came down here.
Taking another toxic drag and then releasing it to the world, he turn to his friend, "Why thank you. It's all in the way you stand." he said with a smirk...this, was true, his father passed this tidbit down to him when he was just 12, wearing a suit had nothing to do with what you look like but how you held yourself. Stand bolt upright and hold your shoulders back, then you could have a grubby beard and shaggy hair yet still pull it off.
Will raised an eyebrow at her shivers, slipped off his jacket and passed it to her, "Just don't crease it, and if you come down here, i can give you a hug to warm you up."
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Post by Abigail Winter on Feb 3, 2008 12:37:47 GMT -5
Once she had lit the end of the new cigarette Abi shoved the lighter back in her pocket before moving the smoke to her lips and taking a deep drag. It wasn't like her to be out and about in the early hours of the morning, especially on such a cold day as today. Usually she remained curled up in bed in her dorm until she couldn't afford to stay there any longer. More than once she'd had to be forcibly trailed from the folds of her covers because she was going to be late. Which was why her early rise this morning came as such a shock to the system. Rarely was it that she saw the morning frost.
"Really?" Abi rested the urge to roll her eyes. It sounded like something her father would have said when lecturing her about her posture. Slouching does not do well for a young ladies reputation. That man really did have some issues, which was why Abby was glad she took after her mother. "I'll remember that next time I wear a suit." She smirked cheekily, tapping the end of her smoke on the edge of the bench and letting the burnt tobacco ash fall away onto the frosted ground.
Her smirk dissolved into a smile as she took the crisp, black jacket from him and slipped it on, thankful for the extra insulation on her small frame, as she could swear blind that she had the worst heat retention systems ever. Taking another drag of the smoke, she released it before dropping it on the ground, returning to pull the jacket tighter around her middle, making sure, as he'd mentioned, not to crease it.
"That's not an offer I'm about to turn down in a hurry." Abi said, as she slid off the back of the bench and onto the main seat beside him. The jacket was a relief, and the bite of the cold wasn't as harsh now, however, that didn't mean she wouldn't welcome further warmth.
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